At a tea stall perched high on a Himalayan ridge, a 98-year-old woman poured us steaming chai with trembling hands. "Bachpan se yahin sab karti hoon," she said with a smile, her eyes crinkling with a lifetime of stories. That simple moment—three cups of tea in steel tumblers, mid-trek, above the treeline—was when it hit me: this trip was becoming something far bigger than I'd imagined.



